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She said to me, "This tastes of ash," as she stood. The sanguine set to her eyes had vanished.
I said, "What am I to do with your plate? You have barely picked at it."
She turned her back to me, heading towards the door. Her answer came without hesitation: "Keep it for yourself, or feed it to the dogs, or toss it into the garbage. It is no longer any concern of mine."
Her scent lingered in the air for longer than her heat in the chair, but both were gone within the hour.
I said, "What am I to do with your plate? You have barely picked at it."
She turned her back to me, heading towards the door. Her answer came without hesitation: "Keep it for yourself, or feed it to the dogs, or toss it into the garbage. It is no longer any concern of mine."
Her scent lingered in the air for longer than her heat in the chair, but both were gone within the hour.